Last night's taxi drive was a true adventure. Never mind the 4x4 that got stuck next to Mrs 'G's, this was Africa and we were in a beat up Ford Escort. A bog standard vehicle, with no raised suspension but as I found out it did have a flexible floor. I say we, as my African Minder Cudjo accompanied me on my long trek home to ensure my safety. Not so much that I was unsafe, but 'perception is reality' and I perceived insecurity due to the language barrier, and the length of the journey in the dark. There are few street lights in Africa and hardly any along the roads that we travelled. These were not single vehicle tracks, they are major arterial roads between large communities. In Ghana, unlike Britain, they drive on the same side as Continental Europe. But last night there was no left or right, just weaving in any direction to overcome the potholes and trenches that had been created by the rain. Not British potholes, but African - the best! Cars stopped as our driver carefully picked his way through the road jungle. We crunched, bashed and scraped our way along. At one point I felt the floor in the back of the car lift and descend as we crossed one of the potholes and emerged at the other side. That Landrover Discovery would have come in handy again. Who needs to go on Safari, when so much activity exists on your doorstep? From the vultures of Ghana University (see earlier post), to my pet Lizard (Mr Jacko), and the potholes of the Adente to Haatso connection; it all exists in Ghana.
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